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Please Let Me Help
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Ongoing, First published Aug 28, 2020
Mature
Prequel/Beginnings
She was born into a family branch of nobility, the moment she came into the world her future had been decided for her. Being the only female born of the highest ranking noble bloodline of vampires she would be a focal point of focus from the elders. There was no space or time in the day for anything but lessons and family.

He was born as half noble, half commoner - the only son from the noble lords many mistresses. On the run from the time he was just a toddler. The first part of his life spent with his mother hiding from his father, barely scrapping by. Being caught meant certain death for his mother and an eternity of serving by his fathers side.

We know the old question of fire and ice meeting head to head...but what happens when the fires flames die to take on the bone chilling pain of the ice?
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Born between two worlds, despised by those who should love her. Being labeled as "defective", "incomplete", "impure". Suffering repeated and constant persecution. How could she believe in happiness? Her heart had been bombarded by countless insults over the years in her home pack..., but against the setbacks of life, she remained determined to overcome all obstacles and prove that she was not weak but "unique", as her father always claimed. Her Witch blood did not diminish her courage at all... But lately she had been feeling strange... dreaming every night of a man, or rather, of his silhouette. The strength he emanated was terrifying, like a being from the coldest, most soulless underworld... making her doubt her real existence and her own sanity..., but why, even though she felt a terror that paralyzed her body, she couldn't forget the sadness she saw in his eyes? They were begging... for what? Someone? A love? To be rescued? Who was that "God" that lived in the darkness? His face gave her the feeling of recognition, he was not totally strange to her soul..., but at the same time, she was absolutely sure she had never seen him before... her blood warmed and her heart beat faster... What did it all mean? Was it all a result of her longing for her companion who she was told would never come? Or did it really have some other meaning? I had to find out...